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I spent the rest of the morning locked away in the deepest corner of the Manor library.
It was quiet here, and the air was thick with the smell of old parchment, leather bindings, and centuries of dust. I dragged three separate volumes of territorial maps and historical battle logs onto a heavy oak table near the back window, my fingers trembling slightly as I turned the fragile, yellowed pages.
I needed proof. I needed something real to tell me I hadn't completely lost my mind.
For hours, my eyes scanned down the faded topographical records of the eastern frontier until finally, I found exactly what I was looking for: Blood Eclipse Ridge.
I stopped, my heart hammering against my ribs as I read the entry. There was an old ink sketch embedded in the margin—a sharp, rocky
